"Fu Jinghen is still waiting for , so I won’t talk to you anymore, bye."
After Wen Qiao finished speaking, she turned around and just took one step when she saw the man waiting not far away.
She paused slightly.
Why had Fu Jinghen co?
When did he get there?
Was her voice too loud just now?
Did he hear what she had said to Wen Shu?
If he had, how much had he heard?
Although Wen Qiao indeed felt the changes Fu Jinghen had made for her, and his affection towards her, bragging about it was one thing, but being overheard by him while bragging was quite another.
How embarrassing.
She stumbled a little, her feet tangling with each other.
Fu Jinghen caught the change in her movents, his eyes sharpened, and he subconsciously raised his hand, then realized he was too far away from Wen Qiao to reach her, and quickly walked toward her with long strides.
"Walk slower, no one is rushing you, what’s the hurry?"
Fu Jinghen extended his arm in front of Wen Qiao, signaling her to hold on to it.
Wen Qiao pursed her lips, placed her hand on his, and with the other hand, she lifted the hem of her dress, "That’s because you appear and disappear unpredictably. When I turned around and saw you, who should have been in the dressing room, it caught off guard and I was naturally startled."
Fu Jinghen explained, "So people ca into the dressing room from the back, so I stepped out."
"Oh..."
As the two of them walked on, Wen Qiao’s eyes unconsciously glanced at him, "Then, when did you co over?"
Approaching so steps, Fu Jinghen reminded her, bent slightly, held his arm steady, and lifted the other side of her dress, "Not too long ago."
There were three steps in total, which they quickly ascended.
Wen Qiao asked again, "How long is ’not too long’?"
"Just the right length," Fu Jinghen casually added, "I just happened to hear you say, ’If it weren’t for this accident, I wouldn’t have known how much Fu Jinghen loves , and how he would do things for that he never would have done before’."
"..."
Wen Qiao’s cheeks began to heat up.
"Who let you mimic ?" Wen Qiao stopped in her tracks, looked at Fu Jinghen angrily, "No, who let you eavesdrop on ?"
"Your voice just happened to drift into my ears. How could I know in advance what you were going to say and block it out?"
"..."
Well, that was true.
Looking at Wen Qiao, whose cheeks were flushed and eyes were dewy, who looked angry yet completely nonthreatening, Fu Jinghen couldn’t resist pinching her cheek, "What you said is true, so even if you’re furious with embarrassnt, you shouldn’t be the one. After all, the person whose affection has been laid out in the open is ."
"..."
That was a valid point, but Wen Qiao still felt so embarrassed.
It was as if she treated Fu Jinghen as an object to show off.
Then again, she was indeed showing off.
"But, I’m very happy."
?
Happy about what?
Wen Qiao was taken aback and looked up.
The man’s eyes harbored a scattering of subtle laughter, and they also reflected her image.
"Having the privilege to be boasted about to others by you makes very happy."
It’s not the cultured scoundrel you should fear, but the straight man who speaks words of love.
That’s exactly how Wen Qiao felt at the mont.
She felt that the little deer in her heart was running wild, and its antlers were about to fall off.
Suppressing the urge to look away, holding onto the principle that the first to look away would lose, she tenaciously t Fu Jinghen’s gaze.
"You certainly should be happy, after all, not just anyone can be bragged about by ."
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